Especially those arrogant and unbridled official's sons.

Once provoked, these official's sons will try everything to annihilate one.

Duan Gujin naturally wouldn't let such a thing happen, he sneered and steeled his heart, no longer speaking any courtesies to the young man.

He quickly unleashed countless streams of Sword Qi towards the young man's body, beating him like a straw man, directly sending him flying tens of meters away, causing the young man's body to roll several times on the ground and turning it into a hornet's nest.

"Ah!"

The young man let out a piercing scream of agony, several of his ribs already broken, he hurriedly spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood.

Seeing the young man was severely injured, but Duan Gujin remained unmoved, in order to prevent the opponent from retaliating, he quickly stepped forward and directly shattered the young man's meridians, rendering him a cripple.

"You, you actually crippled me?"

Wu Wenhua sensed that his meridians were destroyed by Duan Gujin, and he immediately felt fear.

He knew what cultivation meant to a Martial Artist; cultivation is a Martial Artist's primary life.

If a Martial Artist lost his cultivation, from then on, that Martial Artist could only live in this world as meekly as an ant, subject to arbitrary trampling, living a life without any dignity.

Thinking of his own meridians being destroyed, Wu Wenhua's face turned ashen.

"You actually crippled me, I will not let you off, I will not let you off."

Wu Wenhua's eyes glared fixedly at Duan Gujin, his eyes revealing deep hatred.

Duan Gujin heard this and sneered coldly, "Why didn't you say anything when you were chasing to kill me just now? Is it only you who can kill me, and I'm not allowed to fight back?"

"Do you know who I am? I'll tell you, I am Wu Wenhua, the son of Wu Wencai, Hall Master of the Blood Killing Sect Punishment Hall. You've stirred up big trouble! My father is Wu Wencai!"

Wu Wenhua angrily rebuked.

Hearing the other party still dropping his father's name at this moment, Duan Gujin was exasperated.

He understood, it seems this young man thought that as long as he mentioned his father's name, everyone would fear his father and simply surrender to him!

"What would you like me to do?"

Duan Gujin asked indifferently.

"I want you to commit suicide in front of me! I want you..."

Before Wu Wenhua could finish his sentence, Duan Gujin directly slashed Wu Wenhua's throat with a sword, silencing him forever.

"So annoying! Won't die if you don't seek death!"

Duan Gujin saw the young man die with his eyes wide open, he slightly shook his head.

The next moment, he slightly frowned, noticing a white light flashing on Wu Wenhua's forehead on his corpse, he instinctively covered his face.

He judged that the light appearing on Wu Wenhua's forehead was the distinct white light of a Communication Spirit Talisman.

Once that white light passed, it could transmit the images seen by the deceased right before his death to another Communication Spirit Talisman within a few breaths.

After three breaths, a human face appeared in that white light.

"Anyone who harms my son must pay the price!"

After the white light faded, tranquility returned to the surroundings.

Duan Gujin immediately understood that it was Wu Wenhua's father, Wu Wencai, who had added a threatening image in the Communication Spirit Talisman on his body.

Although the threatening image could only last a short time, it was still capable of imposing severe psychological pressure on someone.

Duan Gujin sneered internally, he had encountered many similar pursuits in his previous life and had never been afraid.

Regarding the Communication Spirit Talisman, he was still aware of all the issues it possessed.

Ordinary Communication Spirit Talismans can only transmit images seen by the deceased just before their death to another Communication Spirit Talisman.

If the surrounding environment is very dark, the transmitted image might be extremely dim and unclear, or even completely pitch black.

Duan Gujin carefully recalled the surroundings Wu Wenhua was in before his death, and felt that it was highly likely that the Communication Spirit Talisman couldn't have recorded his appearance.

Even though dawn had just broken, the surroundings were still dim and grey.

Logically speaking, even if the image contained the scene of him slitting Wu Wenhua's throat, that image would be very blurry.

He exhaled, glancing at the corpse on the ground.

His mind stirred, and his Divine Sense entered the body.

Moments later, he found a storage ring on the body.

His Divine Sense entered the storage ring and discovered numerous Elixir Pills and several secret manuals.

What surprised him was that there was a Communication Spirit Talisman inside the storage ring.

He took out the Communication Spirit Talisman, and after confirming it had no issues, his Divine Sense entered it to read the contents.

After a while, he realized that the Communication Spirit Talisman in his hand was originally left by the black giant python he had killed for Wu Wenhua.

Although the image inside was very blurry, it was still possible to recognize that the person who killed the black giant python was wearing the garb of an Outer Disciple of the Blood Killing Sect, and there was also a white, moving object in the image.

Duan Gujin then thought that the white, moving object must be the little squirrel he held in his arms.

"No wonder Wu Wenhua guessed it was me who killed the black giant python as soon as he saw me!"

Duan Gujin exhaled a breath of turbid air, his mind stirred, and he hurriedly left with the squirrel to find Tie Yi.

An hour later, he met Tie Yi and asked her to take good care of the squirrel.

"What a cute squirrel!"

Tie Yi smiled when she saw the little squirrel, cradling it in her arms.

Seeing Tie Yi, Duan Gujin decided to leave her a small bottle of Ten-thousand-year-old Divine Milk.

"Tie Yi, this white liquid I am giving you is a very precious treasure; you can only drink a drop when you are injured, unable to recover swiftly, and the situation is extremely urgent! Don't drink too much, if you do, I'm afraid your body won't be able to withstand the power inside this liquid!"

"What is this treasure?"

Tie Yi looked puzzled.

Duan Gujin didn't tell her that the white liquid was Ten-thousand-year-old Divine Milk; he didn't want to breed any malicious thoughts in her.

"This is a very precious liquid, try drinking a drop and see what effect it has."

Duan Gujin had a thought, considering that Tie Yi was from the Xingyu Clan, he did not know if the Ten-thousand-year-old Divine Milk would benefit her after ingestion.

So, he let her drink a drop of Ten-thousand-year-old Divine Milk to see the effect.

After a while, Tie Yi who had ingested the Ten-thousand-year-old Divine Milk told Duan Gujin that she felt invigorated and as if she had inexhaustible energy coursing through her.

Duan Gujin hurriedly checked her body, and after confirming there were no issues, he told her she could take the Ten-thousand-year-old Divine Milk.

He was so cautious because he was worried that Tie Yi, being a genuine member of the Demon Clan, and from the Xingyu Clan, might not be able to absorb the energy within the Ten-thousand-year-old Divine Milk and it could potentially cause unimaginable consequences.

After confirming that the Ten-thousand-year-old Divine Milk also worked effectively on Tie Yi, Duan Gujin breathed a sigh of relief.

He then left a small bottle of Ten-thousand-year-old Divine Milk for the little squirrel, asking Tie Yi to take good care of it.

Even though the little squirrel's injuries had healed, Duan Gujin felt it always needed some Ten-thousand-year-old Divine Milk to recover its strength.

After all this, Duan Gujin then hurriedly returned to the Blood Killing Sect.

Upon returning to the Blood Killing Sect, he acted as if nothing had happened, spending all day in seclusion in his room.

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